Poorly Boy-Child

If I was feeling particularly... oh I don't know what word to use... I could snap Ben trying to fall asleep on the floor. But I would prefer to remember this: the joy before it all went pear-shaped. Ben arranged his drums and played them and sang to me and it really was a very happy moment.

An hour an a half later he'd been asleep on my lap, woken up and announced he needed medicine, had medicine, and was sick into a bucket. He has a tummy hurt.

He had a temperature last night which we caught just in time and treated with 'brufen, meaning we avoiding him throwing up. He throws up if he gets too hot, it's like his stomach just can't take the heat. This morning he felt cooler but the temp returned and he has been dozing on me all morning. I don't mind. We didn't have to get up in the end for the car, but as it is turning out, Steve could have had the car anyway because there's no way I'm going out for my appointment later with a puking boy with me. As it is we have to go out to pick Steve up from work but I'm hoping to dose poorly Boy-child up beforehand and hope for the best.

Spoken to diabetes centre and changed dosage slightly, spoken to doctor and got all new meds on repeat, got the ball rolling for midwife referral, rearranged appointment with regular diabetes nurse (they offered me an appointment for 8.30am next Monday. I laughed and said you've got to be joking. I don't think they were joking but they offered me 2pm instead anyway which was kind of them...). Got to write to the DVLA and the car insurance people to let them know I'm on insulin now.

Sicky feeling isn't going away today. I haven't been wearing the wristbands but I'd hoped that I'd be able to eat and therefore keep the sickness at bay, but having a poorly child on my lap is even more restricting than morning sickness.

Anyway, I don't feel like blipping a long story today. So an early blip it is. If anything particularly eventful happens I'll tell you about it tomorrow...